Civilization Game

"My Lord!"

Beatrice raises the body of the collapsing rod. Her gaze shifts urgently. You see a dagger embedded in Lord's back.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh! You, don't worry too much. I just let go of my leg for a while."

Lord tries to pretend to be okay, but his face is already full of pain and his lips are bitten tightly, making him look even more painful. Maybe she would have screamed out loud if she hadn't been around.

Beatrice turns back and grabs the handle of the dagger embedded in Rod's body.

"Excuse me."

She pulls the dagger out at once. A viscous green liquid flows out with blood. I couldn't stand Lord this time, and I was like, "Ugh! 'I vomited.

'…… poison.'

Without hesitation, she brings her lips to Lord's wounded area.

Huff!

As I felt the touch of my lips, the body of the rod twitched.

'That place...!'

Rod is in terrible pain and a little bit of (?) I trembled at the boundaries of pleasure.

Beatrice siphons the poison, but is wary of all lengths. A dagger flew back from the darkness. She grabs Lord's hair and lowers it roughly. The dagger slashes through the air and flies away.

"Hard Play After Love! '

Even with life and death, Lord's pervert tendencies remained. And even in this situation, Beatrice couldn't help but suck the poison out.

The appearance of a girl prowling around with her hands gripping his hair with her lips on the back of an outsider was quite rare.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

In the dark, the masked monsters appear. The number seemed to be about twenty or thirty. This was also a number that did not contain those who were still hiding in the darkness.

All the monsters had different kinds of nasty-looking weapons in their hands, like nailed wooden clubs or uselessly large Halberds. They approach as they slowly narrow the streets.

"…… Master."

She slapped her lips from Lord's wounds.

"Why not continue?"

"…… just for a little while."

She raises her head, whispering in a small voice.

"Buy us some time."

Her new brother Pot! Disappeared with a voice.

Uh, what? '

The roads left behind are bewildered and swirling around with embarrassed faces.

"What the hell? After affection and hard play, you let it go! It's a good combination, but not in this situation! '

"Keek, keek! You got dumped by your minions, too?" What a miserable thing to say to a puppet king. "

Lord's gaze shifts. I don't know which one of those monsters is the ambassador, but it was quite a nuisance. The wound on his back aches like it's on fire, but Lord poses as if he were still there.

"Yes. Taste the puppet."

Lord says, snapping his neck. It was not a combat style in a virtual reality game, but I was confident that the underlings would draw on the opponent for some time.

Moreover, since the power rating was' D ', I was going to trust the system that gave me such grades, not myself.

'My wounds are a little sore and twitchy... but I'm sure it'll work somehow.'

A strange one slowly walks out onto the road. Rod takes a fighting position with his arms raised. A fierce walking bat swoops forward and swings its nailed figure.

Whoo-hoo!

Rod stepped back, lightly stepping on the staff. I can see the Bat cutting through the air in front of my eyes. There's no reason to leave this gap alone. The rod rushes like lightning and stabs Straight into the crooked chin.

Phew!

The face of the beast shakes violently, and it falls to the ground as it is. The rod smiles relaxed while maintaining a fighting position with both arms raised.

"Haha, did you see it! Never underestimate the game owner again!"

A rod of combat skills embedded in my head as I grew up with many games and characters in virtual reality. Boxing is one of the basics.

This time, the sword swings from behind your back. The rod turns its head to check the blade's trajectory and twists slightly in the direction it swings. The sword slashes past him.

"Have you caught the Demon King? You bastards!"

The rod that moved the axis of the front foot rotated the body and kicked the face of the beast. The beast screams and falls out.

'I feel good.'

A body of Class D powerlessness. The sensation of the body shifting as I thought was thrilling. I also felt sad that I could move more perfectly if it wasn't for the wound on my shoulder.

However, it was worth it if the body did what the body thought. At least he was a soldier who'd done a lot of damage. It has enough skills and skills.

"Next! Who's next?" "

Lord exclaims curiously.

"Hit them all!"

"…… ugh?"

The scoundrels rush at you with their weapons. The road turned white in its head. 'This isn't it.' Whether it was a game or a movie, just fighting like this was not a courtesy to the protagonist.

At that moment, Rod felt a floating feeling. The last time the blade and iron moved slowly, the entire body of the rod disappeared. And what appeared instead was a silver-haired girl with daggers in both hands.

"What, what!"

"Has it changed?"

Beatrice throws herself into the field of weapons, listening to the grumbling of the monsters. The sharp blades slash her white skin and steal the bloodstain. As soon as her body cracks open, the weapons spill out in a peculiar twist. At the same time, the pair in each hand swings. The silver flashing lights curve through the air, and the wood is cut off and the iron spills out.

You little bitch!

She takes a large step forward again, avoiding just breaking her head at the blade that plunges in front of her pupil. The dagger of the right hand moves in a straight line, and the dagger of the left hand turns and splits the atmosphere like a saw. As her body passes by, the monsters around her fall in unison, spraying blood.

"Joo, die!"

The bitter man returns behind her, wielding a metal bat at her back. But her body blurs momentarily, and the bat slits through the air.

"Huff! Uh, what happened?"

'Now.'

Beatrice's body slithers between her legs, taking a pause. Then, out of the siege in a flash, she rushes out into the darkness.

"What are you doing? You idiots! Grab it!"

*

"Ahh…"

Eve's gaze rests on the commander's spear, and Eve, with one document in her hand, takes another sip of hot honey with a pale face.

'I've been working a lot lately.'

The main temple begins and Eve has little time to rest. That's why Lord is doing so much. Of course, she and other departments were not complaining because they were busy.

Bang, bang! Bang!

"…… What are you talking about?"

In the middle of the night, the hall of the palace was very noisy. Eve frowns and teacups at midnight tea time. I put it down, and as soon as I opened the door to the Oval Office and tried to say something,

Boom!

With the door of the Oval Office cracked open, two assassins gripped Rod's arms. Then I laid him on the couch in the Oval Office. The wound on the rod was bandaged as if it had already been taken first aid.

"W-what's going on?"

"We've been ambushed. I think you've been poisoned." "

"Yes?"

Eve's eyes twist. Then the door to the office slammed! Beatrice and Harvard burst in.

"Your Majesty! You were poisoned?"

Harbert asks. Beatrice nods.

"... I sucked it fast, but a small amount is spreading."

"Khh, this is bad! You need to get him to my O.R. now!"

Eve narrows her eyes and asks.

"Why are you in the O.R.?"

"Then it's natural for us to use your body to turn you into a mod!"

Harvard shouts, his arms hanging loose.

"If you become a convert and have excellent physical abilities, poison will never be a problem..."

"Shut up, Harvard."

Harvard bows his head bluntly.

Beatrice pours out the antidote used by the Assassins into her arms. Eve said with a half tone.

"The antidote!"

"…… Yes. But I don't know what kind of poison. I got everything from the crew waiting room."

She opens Lord's mouth, saying so.

"If you feed them all, one of them..."

"Then die!"

Eve screams in haste. Beatrice bows her head loudly next to Harvard.

Eve sighs and examines Lord. Looking over her forehead and looking carefully at the wound, she raises her head.

"If there's any poison left, I can extract it and interpret it."

"…… Ah, here."

Beatrice hands over her torn clothing. He had spit out the sucked poison on this piece of cloth and kept it.

"Oh, good job! If you're a scientist, you'll be able to analyze the poison quickly, won't you?"

"That's not the problem! But the Modifiers are more..."

"Shut up and I'll give you a minute to decipher it."

"Old!"

Harvard, full of energy, walks out of the office with a piece of cloth. Maids then come in and put a towel on Lord's forehead.

Fortunately, the analysis did not take long. The poison was a type of poisonous herb that can be found easily in the field. It's a common poison, so I found an antidote and fed it to Lord.

With the antidote, the fever dropped rapidly. The Royal Councillor came and diagnosed him as fine. Lord falls asleep again, leaving only Yves and Beatrice in his chambers to keep an eye on him.

"Poison doesn't come from professional assassins."

Beatrice nods silently at Eve's question. Eve said with an unusually angry expression.

"This is a clear test. You can't just walk away. Master, do you have any guesses about the raiders?"

Beatrice thinks for a moment and says,

"…… disorganized battle styles, various weapons, rough talk. I'm not a mafia. I'm not a professional assassin."

"Then it's most likely a gangster clan."

Eve bites her finger and thinks.

"If the Violent Clan doesn't have any contact with our royal family, why..."

"…… what do you think is so complicated?"

Lord grunts and wakes up on the couch.

"Your Majesty! Are you all right?"

"… Uh, yeah. That's better with a sigh. The wound is healed, and the poison seems to have dissipated."

Lord says, turning his arms around. My head was still pounding, but I was patient.

"… Owner…"

Beatrice approaches behind Lord's back. She grabs him by the shoulder and stops him from turning back. You hear a small sniffling sound behind your back.

"What, what's wrong?"

Lord was embarrassed and asked.

"...... It's my fault."

"… Huh?"

"It's all my fault that you got hurt."

She said in a trembling voice.

"The sword is sentimental, so careless..."

Her voice gradually fades.

"That kind of thing, I feel happy for a while...... Master..."

She kneels on the ground, not forgetting everything she said.

"I don't deserve... to kill..."

"Hiya."

The road turns around, flashing in front of her face. She stops crying in anger at the distance that seems to be touching when her lips are out.

Then Lord smiled brightly and said.

"Thank you so much for saving me. Beatrice."

"……!"

Tears fall from her blue eyes. I bit my lips as if I was trying to hold back my tears, but I couldn't stop the waves of feelings that burst out. Between the lips of the Andamoons. '' Hnng. 'I leaked a feeling of restrained drought.

Lord strokes her head silently. Beatrice sniffs and puts her hands above her head. Then he rests his hands on the hands of a stroked rod.

Rod clenches his fist with his other hand.

'Wow, fuck. I thought it was pretty cool.'

"…… sigh."

Eve sighs and shakes her head deeply. Oh, my God, I got caught.